A Milk Man

A Milk Man
used to like doing his Rounds,
even though Married Women
should have been out of bounds.

Of them he
he needed to be wary,
yet they all wanted samples
of his Dairy.

Off his Cart
he would hop,
knock on a Door
and ask would you like a Pint of Gold top.

Under her breath
he'd hear one mutter,
I want some of you
for my Bread and Butter.

Better put it in the Fridge
before it turns sour,
then take her upstairs quickly
as he only half an Hour.

Had to be careful
that no-one became suspicious,
Cream on her Lips
she thought delicious.

How many could he get through
in one Day,
exploring a Neighborhood
Milky Way.